When Erika was in 6th grade I joined MySpace shortly after she did. It wasn't just because she was there, I was genuinely interested in social media, but my "byline" was I'm here to spy on my daughter, and I was. We had many arguements over MySpace a long time ago and we've had a few over Twitter and Facebook. My kids learned that when it came to social media, I was savy but there are efforts to keep balance. I have yet to join the SnapChat craze and I promised Jessi never to like, comment or tag on her facebook without her permission, esp with her away. Monika refuses to follow me on Twitter still also asks that I not tag without permission. All three of my kids want their privacy and at times hate that I asked questions about photos posted and comments made, but I'd like to think they know I care enough to always check on them. It's what modern mothers do. It isn't enough just to hope for the best.
Ironically as years progressed things changed and eventually it was them policing me. I learned early on that any request from anyone in my family to remove material from my blog or any social media was a request I honored as quickly as possible. I always figured that most pictures I posted of my girls were primarily for the benefit of my mom. Knowing my mom checked my blog every night shortly after it was posted, even a request to pull a photo within a few hours after posting was fine. I figured at least my mom got to see it, and it didn't matter any longer. It was never worth an arguement. Often while taking photos during family events, I hear, "don't post these!" I'm guessing I'm not the only mom dealing with this. Social media continues to evolve.
Now that I have 2 out 3 daughters out in the world living life primarily away from home I'm keeping tabs of them on social media for completely different reasons. I eagerly look for photos on Instagram, Tweets and any posts on Facebook. While Jessi may not have time to send me a photo, I am finding I have been able to find plenty of photos of her posted from USNA or visitors of the USNA. Today Tony Horton was there (he's the guy that invented P90X). Her coach posted a photo of her team (above) and the Naval Academy posted photos (see below) and Tony Horton posted videos (see further below)! Some may call it creeping. I call it caring.
My Friday was awesome. My classes are starting work on projects, offering me a bit of time to get my own work done. I did some ordering today and started working on pulling apart a light table. I still have a few "big items" to put together in my classrooms, but I have time. Our first student government meeting today was a great success but a demo I put together in my CAMM class fell apart due to a pitiful internet connection. All the videos I had cued up would not load and I finally just gave up and let the kids meet in groups to work out ideas on their own. I forced Balt to walk this morning and again after school. By force, I mean pull him on his leash, at time grabbing him by his neck or kneeing him in the rump to get him to move. He's been strange lately, but he's eating, drinking and pooping up a storm, so he's not acting too crazy.
I'm home alone tonight with Balt as my spouse is in Milwaukee with his army unit and Monika had a tennis dinner and maybe went to a football game. Erika is back at work serving pizzas at Roman Candle. I did some cleaning, poked around social media and had a nice pasta dinner. I'll watch an episode of Star Trek Deep Space Nice before retiring, and look forward to a wonderful weekend!
Note: "YP" in Jessi's Tweet pictured above means yard patrol boat and is from September 4th